I like my bike. I like riding my bike. I've not ridden him for a few weeks (until today) for various reasons, 'til today... lovely day, dry, not freezing. Time for a visit to the Yorkshire Air Museum.
Doing great until four miles from the museum.
Then hit a patch of oil on a tight left-hand bend. The first time I've dropped a bike in over forty years. The title? The one thing I've always feared when riding is to lose traction on the back wheel on a corner.
Result? Slightly bent footrest and holes in the left leg of my oversuit. Amazingly, nothing serious, though I'll be pretty stiff tomorrow, I think. Poor Oscar, Poor Ted.
Anyway, now well into the seventh chapter of a new story...